Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kiribati and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bootsy Collins to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Brick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Barry Ungar,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
The Dead C,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
Swans,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
Deakin,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Monolake,
Japan,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Zero Boys,
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
ABBA,
JFA,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.